Chapter 7 What if, is it a woman?

The man in front of him was a god-like existence in Yaoguo, and even in the Cangyuan Continent, he commanded the army and the territory of the twelve countries with his own strength, making dozens of countries feel cold and willing to become subordinate countries.

"Of course Your Highness, you can't be defeated, you use a knife to kill chickens, not to mention that there is no definite number whether this person is an enemy or a friend, if you can pull it into your own person, Your Highness will be like a tiger with wings!" Xuan Qingzi hurriedly spat and explained.

The man's cold, undulating voice responded, "If you have the power to cover the heavens, will you rest under others?" ”

Xuan Qingzi sneered, didn't know how to answer, and said casually: "What if it's a woman?" ”

The man glanced at Xuan Qingzi, reflexively continued to walk and said, "Xuan Qingzi, if you are afraid, just wait here." ”

Xuan Qingzi gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and hurriedly followed: "I, Xuan Qingzi, have always been not afraid of heaven and earth, will I be afraid of him as a mere Nine Insect Soul?" Your Highness, wait for me! ”

After Ye Xiu awakened the martial spirit, he didn't tell the others in the Ye Mansion about it.

After all, a bone really has nothing to show off.

It's just that every day when Ye Xiu wakes up, he will go to the Ye Mansion Gongfa Pavilion to read books for a few hours, first, to learn some low-level exercises, and second, to familiarize himself with the cultivation of martial souls.

But in the eyes of the subordinates, this unreasonable move thought that the second young master of his family was beaten stupid by the prince.

When a few people who were cleaning the courtyard saw Ye Xiujin entering the Gongfa Pavilion, they couldn't help but talk about it.

"Have you noticed that something has been wrong with the second young master lately?"

"Nonsense, when did the second young master enter our Ye Mansion's Gongfa Pavilion before, and he didn't eat, drink, and look at beautiful men all day long."

"The second young master doesn't have a martial soul, what's the use of him reading these books?"

"Hey, it is estimated that the prince is too heavy, our young master is hurting his head, you said that our young master is also the best among people, if it is not a problem with preferences, it is no problem to take a princess as a concubine, but it's a pity!"

The subordinates glanced at me, gossiping, and the meaning of what they said was still unfinished.

At this time, a few rough men suddenly rushed in the courtyard, led by a fat man with a wide body and a fat body, with a face that was shining greasy under the reflection of the sun.

He was wearing a brown-red brocade shirt and a red jade wrench on his hand, grinning, revealing his golden front teeth.

With a slap, he instigated the face of the servant who spoke just now, and scolded in his mouth: "Let Ye Xiu's rabbit cub come out, his Uncle Yun has come to teach him a lesson today!" ”

This fat man's name is Yun Kuo, the eldest son of Yun Aotian, a wealthy businessman in Nanye, and a famous master in the imperial city who bullies men and women without learning and unskilled.

The servants were all stunned, Ye Fu rarely dealt with the Yun family, and it was impossible for him to form any bonds, could it be that the young master of his own family not only teased the prince, but also teased this Yun Kuo?

But looking at Yun Kuo's appearance, the servants immediately dispelled this idea.

Although his young master is not very sexually oriented, his taste is not so bad.

The beaten servant hurriedly covered his face and said, "The young master is in the Gongfa Pavilion." ”

At this time, in the Ye family's Exercise Pavilion, Ye Xian was lying on the bamboo chair leisurely, flipping through a copy of Ye Mansion's ancestral Yellow Order Exercises.

Although it is an ancestral exercise, the grade is too low, so no one in the Ye Mansion pays attention to it, so it is casually placed in the corner of the attic, leaving a thick layer of soil, and there are even traces of rat gnawing on the pages.